Warning: This chapter's a lot worse than the first one… went in a weird direction. I had planned it to be a little more angsty but it turned out confusing and mixed-up. Draco's quite OOC… Ginny too. Anyway, here it is.

"Ginny, dahhhling!" Mrs. Landish cried while waving her over frantically. "Ahh, you look mahhhvelous! Your little estaaablishment is doing quite well isn't it?" Ginny only wanted to get away from these stuck-up old ladies who wore too much make-up and spoke in posh accents, but it wasn't quite possible considering their enormous efforts of trying to act like personal friends. She was forced to nod and act polite and tolerate the countless "Dear"s and "Honey"s and "Darling"s.

She finally slipped away while instructing Alicia to act as host in her place. Wandering, through the large mansion in which the benefit was held in, Ginny noticed the beauty of the structure. Finally, she found a quiet room and kicked off her sandals, sinking her feet into the soft plush carpet and sighing. From the corner of the room, two silver eyes watched her warily. She noticed them with a start and began to back away towards the door slowly, keeping her eyes on the man sitting in the corner, half draped in shadows. He had a raw, dangerous look on his handsome face. Then again, she thought, handsome is not the right word to describe him. He's beautiful, with features like a fallen angel's, a soft mouth and long blond hair. "It's okay, I won't hurt you," he offered, but his tone was sardonic and there was a touch of bitterness to it. "Ginny Weasley… I'm Draco Malfoy, head of Malfoy & Zabini Industries." The bitterness was gone and instead replaced by a stiff businesslike tone.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy. It was so kind of you to appear at the benefit."

He didn't respond so she slowly turned and left wondering about the mystery that surrounded this man.

Draco had been forced into the stupid party by Blaise, his business partner and old friend. He knew very well that Ginny was going to be there, and dreaded seeing her, even though he knew she wouldn't approach him. Hell, why would she? He also knew from experience that these types of functions weren't enjoyable and he would only stay there for as long as he was required to. Shortly after arriving, he had ducked into an empty room and sat there, miserably. His pensive mood was broken when another guest intruded, possibly looking for an escape. Hmm, might as well strike up a conversation, he thought and lifted his head to see who it was. When his eyes met hers, a jolt shook through his body and it was as if his heart had been wrenched out of his ribcage. Ginny… why, she's more beautiful then I last saw her. You idiot, he rebuked himself, the last time you saw her was when she was lying on a hospital bed half-dead! Then he shook away his thoughts and introduced himself, trying to keep his voice level and void of emotion. She had a bewildered look on her face and it was clear he had scared her. Oh well, maybe that teaches her to stay out of Draco Malfoy's life.

Blaise was worried about Draco. His friend hadn't been the same since his wife's death five years ago. Who was his wife anyway? All he had heard was that she was breathtakingly beautiful and well… perfect. But what was the point of getting married when you could have all the girls in the world, and not just one? Blaise smiled at his picture in Witch Weekly. He had dethroned Draco as England's Hottest Millionaire and had won the honor year after year- being extremely rich, good-looking and debonair. Zabini hit the London clubs every night and graced Muggle and Wizarding tabloids alike. As he saw his friend approaching, dragging his feet and brooding, he sighed inwardly and threw up his hands. Draco was just no fun anymore.

"Hey Draco! That Weasley girl's getting pretty hotttt…" he licked his lips jokingly. "You want her? Speak now or she's mine! I bet I could have her in bed in no time. No girl can resist these 6 feet 3 inches of pure man!"

Draco felt his blood boil. There was no way Zabini could speak of Ginny in that way! "Shut the FUCK up Zabini!" he snarled.

"Ahhh… still got that 'I'm so much better than those muggle-loving Weasleys' attitude, eh? Well, I'm past that. After all, you can't discriminate when a girl looks that delicious!" he replied, mistaking the reason for Draco's anger for disgust aimed at the Weasleys.

Draco couldn't take any more of this bad-mouthing. He stormed out furiously and was halfway into the street when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around quickly and was about to yell at whoever was disturbing him when he came face to face with the person he had been thinking about constantly for the last 5 years. The anger melted off his face and was replaced by deep sadness.

Ginny had hurried down the hall in confusion. Who was this man? Malfoy was such a famous name, a dark family of Death Eaters, one was even in Azkaban. This man though, his eyes spoke of pain, of love… sadness, and then his had become blank, expertly concealing all emotion. Ginny hurriedly grabbed Alicia and pulled her into the powder room.

"Where were you?!" Alicia cried out in exasperation. "Those supporters are so hard to keep at bay! By the way, did you see Blaise Zabini?" she asked slyly.

"No and I have no intention of ever meeting that arrogant bastar-" she stopped herself when she saw her friend's hurt look. "Um, well he's looking good- Anyway, I met up with this man… Draco Malfoy. Can you tell me about him?"

Her friend was instantly appeased. "Oooh, sure. He graduated from Hogwarts the year before we did. He married this mystery girl a couple of year later. She died 5 years ago and he hasn't been the same ever since. Anyway, he's this head of a huge corporation, along with Blaise. He's super rich and he comes from a really old wizarding family, devoted to "purification of the wizarding race" and all. His father's even in Azkaban. He's not that nice, as opposed to the charming Mr. Zabini."

It was quite obvious Alicia was falling for Blaise and Ginny only rolled her eyes at this. Although the two of them had been working together lately, they really didn't know each other very well and had little in common. Alicia Ellis had been in Ravenclaw and the Ellises were always at the top of Wizard society. She had been a ditzy rich girl but now held Ginny as a constant companion. She spoke with the same contempt of the rich as Ginny did, even though her family was one of the richest in Britain. Alicia knew almost nothing about Ginny's life during the period of time stretching from 2 years after graduation to 5 years ago and Ginny never spoke about it.

Ginny, being the empathetic person she was, felt she had to help Draco. When she spotted him running angrily out of the mansion, she followed him, making sure to keep enough distance between them. When she decided he had cooled down enough, she approached him, lightly tapping his shoulder and preparing something comforting to say.

The glare he gave her almost stopped her, but she saw his face turn mournful and continued. "I-I'm sorry about your wife." She offered. She almost expected him to get angry and spew hateful words but instead, he leaned in and kissed her, gently as if he wanted to tell her so much but couldn't express it. She felt him relax and sink into the kiss. Her heart was racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck; it seemed almost as if he couldn't get enough. Then as suddenly as it started, Draco broke away, disentangled himself and walked away, leaving a shocked Ginny standing on the sidewalk alone.

Draco had been restless in his flat ever since his encounter with that certain woman. He now lay on his bed, hair tousled and shirt buttons undone. His heart was aching with longing as he pictured her face. Damn, he had been so stupid. Now how was he supposed to explain himself? Oh hi, I kissed you and acted like I liked you, but I'm really your ex-husband and no one knows it… well, I can't see you again so bye? Being the Mystery Man was so aggravating. Why are you such a coward Malfoy? He saw his reflection in the mirror and hated it. You thought everything would be fine, but no. There's a lot of unfinished business that you ran away from. You're always running away. Does this make you happy? The only woman you've ever loved will haunt you forever. You have all these memories, and she has none! You can't touch her; she can't touch you. Now she probably thinks you're this depressed, impulsive psycho. You're obsessed.

He pulled out a drawer and absentmindedly leafed through sheets of papers, bundles of letters, pictures and journals. Taking a photograph he watched the man with light blond hair kiss the girl with auburn hair. They were both happy and laughing. He watched the scene over and over before taking out silver lighter and burning it.

Ginny lay on her stomach on the floor playing music on the CD player Hermione bought for her last Christmas. After a while she had gotten it to work and it was an endless source of amusement for her dad. Right now, she was listening to bittersweet songs and staring out the window and into the night sky. She blew out the last candle and sat there in the dark thinking. Pretty soon, tears were flowing down her face. Her heart was heavy and she had no idea why.

And now for a little bit of randomness:

Torn- Natalie Imbruglia

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on, nothing's fine I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
To crawl beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn. torn.

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on, nothings right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn